Scarlett Babanki Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Garoua

Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

A Little Note from Me

One time, I sat on a park bench near Juniper Square, reflectin' on my day. The trees whispered secrets like "Just keep goin', baby!" And trust me, life in Babanki is a roller-coaster. Crazy, wild, but always filled with love.

Cameroon Situation Report, 2 February 2021